Surely the end is always near
When life becomes a disease,
death is the only cure
Sooner or later
all we loved will disappear
But you know
it’ll all still be here
all those things in life
we foolishly fear.

My poetry is plagued
by politics.
The activation of my activist
is triggered by injustice.
The conviction of my moral judgement is put on trial,
for all to see.
And so my spirit is free!

We can never have world peace
as long as people are at war with their self.

I reiterate what I said before
I need no gender nor ethnicity to block my logical judgement
I am human
and I know right from wrong

I will not put anyone in darkness
I refuse to **** anyone
Just think of a world
where everyone thought like me
Hate would no longer cause misery

All of your religious reasoning
Exist in a fog
The law of love are lost
I seen it through your eyes
When I was one of you.

I read that book of hate and death several times and each additional time it ****** more and more spiritual energy from me
It’s clearly a book of supremacy
The chosen ones only matter
Why would god write a book in the devil’s handwriting?

Look where remembering
“The Sons of Amalekite”
has brought us.
How about remembering to love instead?

Perhaps I prefer to play the ghost
To only be seen by the ones
I love the most
To limit the stress
Of life’s bumpy roads
I won’t let bad take its toll.

(But that’s not how I use to roll)

Life’s beauty fulfills my quest
A peaceful life is my success
There is no sense in worrying
Simply stay out from under the gun
If there’s nothing chasing us
There’s no need to run.

Whoop's!
I fell back to sleep
I let the gravity take me
And knock me off my feet

It happens to the best of us
The lower self prevails
Stumbles back upon one foot
Face to face with hell!

This time Divinity awoke me
And saved me from my pride
Now I’m not afraid too live
And I’m not afraid to die!

If I were a time traveller,
Would I be able to jump back?
Or would I die in the process?

And if I could do a thing again,
Presuming that I reach back in time,
Would I remain conscious of what needs to be rectified?

And what's the guarantee that
What happened won't repeat itself the same way?
And what's going to happen to my existence in this timeline?

Traveling time would not make any difference,
Why?
Because the past has already happened, it can't be changed.

If at all, I'd end up in a parallel timeline,
Stuck forever,
In the middle of people who want me dead.

Greedy rich neighbors
and their “keep out signs”
no hunting, no trespassing,
no solicitors of any kind!

100 acres is not enough
for greedy rich people
who have a lot of stuff.
I reckon it’s all in case
their going gets rough.
Of course the rest of us
would just be out of luck.

If I had their money,
I would give it away,
you can’t take it with you
at the end of the day.
People simply gets old and broken
with all the wealth they have
put their hopes in.

Eye of the needle open wide
I’ll be broke as hell when I die!

The clouds refused to allow
the sun to shine as bright
but love will always find a way through the darkest dreary night

Take my word
My poetic hand
I am much more spirit
No less human
And..
Don't believe those lies
you're telling me,
I have spoken your words
I've dreamt your dreams

Nothing can separates
The quantum hold
We are fractals
Of living souls
We are but dreamers
On different clouds
Shake me no more
I'm wide awake now..

It takes its sweet time to swell
but my rage is quickly quelled.

I love those stranger
and so I wave,
I greet the world
With smiling face!

I don't chose sides,
I strive for peace...
When it comes to human
I am but a beast.